Angst

I feel sick
My organs bob about in the dark
In a mustard mist, in my stomach vase
Barely connected by the tubes, but it's dark
In my eggshell

If it were a baby, I'd name her Angst
And hold her tight in my chest
And she'd grow from a small, hard stone
Into my own, the problem my own
That would disease everything and everyone

When I birthed her, I birthed her red
And when I met her, I cried the Styx for her
And she came out crimson on the bathroom floor
With her baby weight shе kept me down
On the bluе linoleum
Hmm

She tortured me still with the darkest spell
Fought about like forever and ever
And she pulled on my hair and whispered in my ear
"You fucking love, you love to fuck, to fuck it up"
Fucking listen to him sing

This red cord
The baby grabbed the lump in my throat and pulled the cord
"This is wild," she said, "This is it, this is madness
Don't you love it? A lot's gonna change
Hear it, better believe it, let it sink in
As his Titanic rises and the sun streams in
Whilst you're here hard on the floor
Behind the locked door and I'm ringed around your neck
He thinks you float, but you don't"